Lyrics

Two F's, twenty G's, all stuffed in my jeans Cash rules, everything around me by any means
Real ice around my fist, chandelier on my neck Got some killers with utensils, got a
drill in your neck That's a bet, last **** played crazy, couldn't
talk it out 40 got the spittin', make that bitch ****
walk it out, chalk him out ****, I ain't spent the bend for nothin
Big time, a Quilby action, drop a brick on your cousin
When he said killers with utensils, he ain't talkin' pencils
I get dirty with this pistol, better go check my credentials
Bet I can make some money, a bad bitch and a pistol
Talkin' all that shit until you go look out your window
All my **** gon' go for real, I try to don't overkill
My pockets don't overspill, play with me and get overdrilled
If I slump you now, he slump your partner, cause he know the drill
Type of **** to diss the dead, but it's really a ghost
It's my laid back flow, but it's a ghost in the Wraith
Runnin' drills by these **** in the streets, it ain't safe
Rude boy like Sleepy D-Lo, Nims and TB
I can cook and cut it back and flip and whip a beat
Bitch, fuck what you sayin', I got a whole lotta bread
I can't lie, I'm high as fuck, I'm off a whole lotta meds
I'm feelin' good, she tryna fuck, but I want a whole lotta head
We got a whole lotta land and bust a whole lotta head
My housekeepers got street sweepers and be makin' **** beds
This gon' hurt your peoples when they find out that you dead
Hurt her feelings when I leave her shit on red
I was smilin' when I said that I'ma kill you, think I'm playin', huh
12 Glock, ****, I run it, we all blissin
Ain't no puttin', fuck that fake shit, ****, we bustin
Lean a **** like he was all tussin', no discussion
****, call a coroner's, it's yellow tape
Deadbeat, ****, we be whackin' shit in broad day
Double back, gun clap, it's a rap, ****, got me fucked up
Face shot, face shot, face shot, that **** fucked up
Jaw hangin', eye hangin', we was flamin', that **** dead, huh
Bitch, eight dudes, burnin' street pink, so that's how we play it, huh
Written by: Quail Glock
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